-Thirty-seven?

“Yes, thirty-seven.”

-That sounds like an unfortunate age to die.

“Is there an age that’s not unfortunate to die? Whether you’re seventy, eighty, or even ninety, there is no good age to die.”

-That is true. But still, you were very young. If you were in your late thirties, isn’t that around the time when you find your place in society and get acknowledged?

“Now, you just had to poke where it hurts fully knowing what kind of life I’ve led. Why would a single man have a family?”

-Didn’t you have children?

“What children. I didn’t even get married. Rather than that, you’re kinda suspicious when talking about obvious things. You can see in my head, so why are you saying such a thing? If you were trying to toy with me, congratulations, you have pissed me off. It isn’t just old single women who can become mad.”

-I can read your thoughts, but that doesn’t mean I know all of your history. Why didn’t you get married? Being a bus driver might have been hard, but the pay should have been decent.

“Can you get married by yourself? People live alone because they don’t find a suitable partner.”

-So you didn’t have a partner. How unfortunate. But then, why didn’t you have a partner?

“How would I know? I might not have recognized my partner predestined...